Pumpkin Carving Demon Novels & Stories

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

Raymond's face paled at the sight of the Demonblood Gourd. He began to worry about Severin. The Demonblood Gourd was Uzair's trump card and was one of two treasures that Uzair was famous for, the other being the Thunderbolt Pool. The gourd was infamous for its malevolent energy that thirsted for blood upon activation. Even level nine supreme saints could be mentally affected by the oppressive energy.

“You mean, like, ghosts and stuff?” Skye laughed, and, after the slight stress of earlier, and the overwhelming fear of the attacks before that, it was a beautiful, musical sound. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. The Pagans would carve faces into pumpkins and put them outside, to ward away negative energy – and evil spirits. Supernatural creatures, too. Some people believed that the pumpkin’s faces were like masks, making the inhabitants look like demons to the creatures of Hell that walked the earth.

A large pumpkin sat on the workbench behind him. “Is that a new one?” “It’s a lantern for one of the walking paths at the botanical garden. One of the others broke yesterday, so I’m making a replacement.” “Would you mind if I watched you work for a little while?” I had been curious to see how he carved such designs into the pumpkin’s hard skin. “What? I’m not doing anything particularly impressive, but…you’re welcome to watch if you’re interested.” “I’m extremely interested.” The tips of his ears turned faintly red.

H drawled, whipping his fingers in liquid motions. “Of—of course, Prince Haien, ” the demon gulped hard before falling cleanly on the floor with its mutated scaly feet. Damn, no wonder the room smelled of ammonia. The low-class demon actually resides in a sewer-like river of Hell. “I can always give you the soul of this man.” H lazily closed his eyes and basked on the aroma of the fresh blood around him. “How about both? That would be better.” While lifting his hand higher, he opened his eyes and a rush of color changed the heterochromatic ones to a solid, glowing red.

Her high-pitched voice and the deep one chorus their request one last time and unbelievably, the cart comes to an abrupt halt. I hold my breath. The girl and man fall silent, waiting for the outcome of their request. A bulky form comes to view and my heart makes a jerk: the face is unmasked, without the gold masks that made him a demon. But even without the gold mask, the man is still a demon, any human being who can capture another human being and subjects the person to such torture is a demon.

She had to be the one they prepared for him who else would be in his room during the frenzy? She whimpered beneath him, thrashing as panic gripped her. Her voice cracked with fear, her breath stuttering as she cried out. But Kale ignored her pleas. He had done this before. Many times. The frenzy demanded a vessel. A release. Human girls were often sacrificed to quell the demon within him, if only for a night. But this one was different. His hands pinned her easily, ignoring her fight. As her scent rose to his nose, something shifted. He stared down at her throat, delicate, vulnerable, pulsing with life. The frenzy narrowed his vision until her neck was the only clear thing in the room.

She had no desire to explain to an angry parent that their child was lost forever to the strange house, or that they’d become an evening meal to one of the creatures that wandered her halls. Without realizing it, Mrs. Belfry had come to a stop in front of the pumpkin room. One of her favorites. She stepped inside, taking in the soft glow of candles burning from within the many carved pumpkins. The room (which could hardly be considered a room at all) consisted of a wrap-around porch that one might find off the back of a farmhouse in the American Midwest. Several jack o’lanterns projected their faces across the wood floor and ground in the early evening light. The steps off the porch opened u

With the influx of ghouls jumping from the bleachers and appearing from the first gate and fifth gate, Maleficent would not be surprised if she would learn later on that the entire populace of the common folks who watched the cock fight was made of ghouls who were in disguised. On the far end to their left, a cluster of shadow in a form of a beast was fighting the commandant of the imperial army of narakas and fallen angels, Commandant Demonyo. He was now a transformed demon with four lims and was fighting against the ghouls around him. But Maleficent saw through his plan. He was only swatting the ghouls away from him, while he was slashing the beasts made of shadows. ‘The beasts will keep h

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.